"Finally, is it coming to an end?"
Li Chen sat on the ground, one leg bent up, his face showing a hint of weariness.
He was exhausted, truly exhausted.
Ever since he stepped into the ranks of martial artists, the experiences he had could only be described as fantastical and surreal.
Moreover, it wasn't just that. In many battles, he had barely escaped with his life.
Though his power had advanced quickly, the weight of pressure resembling Mount Tai was also suffocating him.
He genuinely wished he could rest, spend time with his family, and live a simple life with the ones he loved.
But in the nether, the hand of destiny refused to let him stop. It was as though something in the shadows kept pushing him to face increasingly powerful foes.
He had no choice but to grow stronger, and he couldn't afford not to.
Because if he were too weak, those around him would suffer.
Threats like these, crises like these, again and again—he was truly worn out.
